Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 711

Dailey was totally zoned out, not catching a bit of what she said initially and barely grasping the gist towards the end.

He thought he caught the word "up" somewhere in her mumble.

Pressing down on her fidgeting hand, he spoke again, his voice now husky with a tinge of desire.

"If you'd just speak clearly, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Oh, so now it's her fault?

Christine, feeling mischievous, bit down lightly on his Adam's apple.

Dailey's grip on her waist tightened suddenly, causing her to hiss in pain.

Annoyed, she demanded, "Let go."

Instead, Dailey pulled her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder with a sigh that seemed helpless but to Christine, sounded suspiciously pleased.

"If you keep this up, I'll take it as you've forgiven me, and that you still like me."

"..."

Listen to that nonsense. No wonder they say people from his background are both politicians and businessmen.

After mentally cursing him, Christine replied, adopting his line of reasoning, "I get it, Mr. Clarkson. You just love the thrill of me chasing after you, no matter how you hurt me, I'm supposed to come running back, right?"

Dailey paused, then creating a bit of distance between them, looked into her eyes seriously, "I know I said things that hurt you, and I was wrong. I know saying sorry doesn't cut it. Words are like spilled water, you can't take them back. So, go ahead, lash out at me, say the harshest thing you can think of."

"I'll take it."

Christine's eyes sparkled with mischief, her gaze taunting like a siren's call, utterly captivating.

"Anything harsh?" she challenged.

A grunt was all Dailey managed in response.

Christine smirked, each word deliberate, "You. Don't. Measure. Up."